On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

The entire journey was speechless.

Only after the car entered the Royal Garden did Si Qing finally let go of his hand, open the car door, and get out.

Yu Jinzhao snapped out of her thoughts, clutched the brocade box containing the medicine tightly in her arms, and followed them down.

They walked along a bluestone path surrounded by a row of crabapple trees. The summer breeze carried a dry, fragrant scent, making the petals rustle and swirl in the air. The pond rippled with blue waves, like Zhuangzi's dream of becoming a butterfly.

They walked towards the master bedroom, one after the other. Just as they reached the door, she stopped and spoke softly.

"Master Si, you should go to sleep first. I need to go to the pharmacy to make medicine for my grandmother..."

Of course, medicine can be made during the day, but she felt he was acting a bit crazy right now, and she didn't want to get herself into trouble.

Cherish life, stay away from cars.

Si Qing reached out and pushed open the door, turning around to glance at her. His hand was on the doorknob, and his calm voice carried an undeniable domineering authority.

"We'll make it tomorrow. Let's talk about it first."

"..."

Can I refuse?

Her fingertips twitched slightly, but she resigned herself to her fate and followed him into the master bedroom.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut.

With a bang, it felt like a heavy hammer blow to her heart.

My already uneasy heart was thrown into complete chaos.

Si Qing walked to the bedside and sat down. He picked up the water that had been cooled on the counter, brought it to his lips and drank it all in one gulp. Then he hooked the empty glass with his fingertips and stared straight at her.

"..."

Yu Jinzhao stood straight at the doorway, feeling a chill run down her spine under his all-seeing, sharp gaze. After waiting a while without him speaking, she couldn't bear the eerie silence any longer. Her eyelashes trembled as she searched for her voice.

"Uh, what do you want to talk about?"

Seeing her tense expression, Si Qing's deep, unfathomable peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, appearing even more somber than usual.

"you guess?"

"..."

I'm a three-year-old kid, why would I guess!

Yu Jinzhao's breath hitched slightly. She didn't dare look him directly in the eye; it was too oppressive. Not understanding what was wrong with him, she swallowed hard, trying to maintain a calm tone as she explained.

“Master Si, I only consider Brother Si Bai a friend. I have always remembered what you said: to be self-disciplined and respectful, and never do anything that would be beneath my dignity.”

Master Si, Brother Sibai.

A single form of address can reveal the difference in closeness or distance between people.

Si Qing tugged at his collar, leaned back slightly, stared at her lips for a few seconds, and asked in a deep, intriguing voice, "Why aren't you smiling anymore?"

Yu Jinzhao looked down at him and inexplicably felt that his obsidian-like eyes were filled with a layer of icy aura, as if it were a signal before a storm.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked completely bewildered. "?"

"Weren't you laughing quite a bit at Sibaige just now?"

Si Qing asked her in return, his expression slightly cold.

He was already fair-skinned, and when he had a cold expression, he gave off an even more chilling feeling. Coupled with the terrifying sense of oppression around him, he was not someone to be trifled with.

After a two-second pause, he continued in a cold voice tinged with sarcasm,

"If you didn't know better, you'd think Si Bai was your husband."

Yu Jinzhao sensed the sarcastic undertone in his words and felt bewildered.

What's wrong with her smiling at Bo Sibai? She's a human being, not a machine. Can't she smile?

How did this turn into the fact that Bo Sibai is her husband?

Upon closer examination, this sounds like jealousy...

Impossible, listen again.

Her breathing quickened for a moment, she pursed her lips, and said to him patiently,

"If you don't like me calling him Brother Sibai, then I won't call him that anymore. It's just a name, whatever makes you happy."

The woman's eyebrows were gentle and graceful, as obedient and tender as a doll that could be played with at will.

Si Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of malice, as if a fire was raging within him. A low, angry voice boomed from his Adam's apple, abruptly interrupting her.

"Try calling me 'Master Si' again?"

Yu Jinzhao was stunned for a few seconds, then immediately understood.

Bo Sibai and he are brothers. She calls Bo Sibai "Brother Sibai" but calls him "Master Si," which makes Bo Sibai feel that their marital relationship is not harmonious.

Si Qing is a person who always cares about his reputation, so of course he was unhappy.

So, he wasn't jealous; it was just that a man's dignity couldn't be challenged.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Her voice was soft, and she admitted her mistake very decisively, feeling that she had done nothing wrong and that he would not hold it against her anymore...

But when she looked up, she found that Si Qing's expression had become even colder.

His dark eyes seemed to contain the purest black among all colors.

Looking into her eyes was like being doused with a bucket of cold water in the dead of winter, freezing her from head to toe into an ice sculpture.

Her gaze shifted downwards, and she noticed that he was gripping the edge of the bed with both hands, very tightly, the blue veins trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

She quickly stepped forward to take his pulse. "What's wrong? Is your head hurting again?"

Si Qing raised his hand to stop her from touching him. The suppressed emotion in his eyes made him look extremely sinister, like a demon from hell.

Yu Jinzhao understood immediately; he didn't want to talk to him. She gave him an apologetic smile and asked hesitantly, "May I go make medicine now?"

Si Qing did not react at all, but looked at Yu Jinzhao with eyes as deep as the cold night.

She was smiling at him, but it was a different smile from the one she gave to others.

Her smiles to others were genuine, lively, and radiant.

For him, the only appropriate treatment is to be proper, dignified, and even patient.

She clearly didn't want to please him, but she forced herself to adapt and endure, giving him not a single bit of her true self.

Are you really that opposed to him?

Being stared at intently by Si Qing made her feel somewhat restrained, and a sense of pressure arose, causing the smile on her lips to gradually stiffen.

He ignored her, and once again displayed an expressionless demeanor.

The more this happens, the more dangerous it becomes!

She clenched her fists, feeling an ominous feeling spreading from the bottom of her heart, fearing that he would go crazy on her again like he did three years ago.

A slight smile played on her lips as she tried to soften her voice, "Si..."

She wasn't allowed to call him "Master Si," but she was afraid calling him by his full name would displease him. After a pause, she simply skipped that step.

"Is there something I haven't done well enough?"

Although she felt there was nothing wrong with it, and it was perfectly fine.

He's still unhappy, which means he's deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.

Si Qing opened his lips again, calling her name, word by word, "Yu Jinzhao".

He rarely called her name, and every time he did, it made her heart tighten.

"Do you really want to hit me?"

Si Qingchen's hoarse voice sounded somewhat forceful, but the ending note was slightly upturned, giving it a hint of expectation.

Yu Jinzhao, "..."

Isn't that saying something that makes her feel like she's not an outsider?

She really wanted to hit him; how to hit him and how many times she wanted to hit him were all planned out clearly in her mind.

She thought she was hiding it well, but did he see through her disguise?

My heart suddenly felt a little panicked.

Her inner thoughts were complex and varied, while her outward appearance was poetic. She lowered her eyelids slightly, revealing an innocent look of being wrongly accused.

"how could be."

His clear eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her innocent and confused expression.

If he hadn't caught the fleeting hesitation in her eyes beneath her trembling eyelashes, he might have actually believed her insincerity.

His long, sharp eyebrows arched slightly, and the mockery on his lips turned colder.

He gripped her chin, a flash of red appearing at the corner of his eye, sharp and piercing, cutting through the air and striking her very core. His deep voice held a suppressed ruthlessness.

Don't you think you're being fake?

Yu Jinzhao, "..."

Her chin was gripped so tightly it hurt, and her expression froze instantly.

His words were piercing, like a demon-revealing mirror in the hand of the Heavenly King of the Pagoda, unexpectedly tearing away all pretense of decency.

Sure enough, he realized that she had been holding back and acting.

But since she knew that, she should understand how careful she was in front of him, and how afraid she was of making a mistake.

His current relentless picking on her is clearly an attempt to make things difficult for her; no matter what she does, she won't get a kind word from him.

Since that's the case... she's not really without a temper!

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